This wouldn't be easy and Hjalmar needed something to steel his nerves. A drink. But---the whole reason Nils died and his band mates got injured was because of fucking booze. No. He wouldn't do it. Not now. Drinking booze felt wrong in this instance.

"I need to smoke first."

His nerves were shot as he reached out with a shaking hand to try and pull a smoke from the packet but dropping them all over the floor.

"Fuck---"